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Dawn: Diary One
Dawn: Diary One
Dawn: Diary One
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Dawn: Diary One

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Can Dawn find a life in California to match the one she left behind in Connecticut—or has too much changed between her friends?
At Vista, eighth graders are required to write personal journals about their experiences. Meet thirteen-year-old Dawn Schafer, the crunchy and health conscious member of the Baby-Sitters Club, who has returned to California to live with her father, stepmother, and brother. Dawn is thrilled to be reunited with her old friends Sunny, Maggie, and Jill.
It’s not always easy to keep the group together, though—things are changing fast since they moved the eighth-grade classes into the high school. With new social demands and decisions to make, Dawn sees just how much her old friends have changed since she moved away. Or is she the one who is different now? It’s time for this independent girl to let go of the life she had across the country and figure out just where she belongs now.
This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Ann M. Martin, including rare images from the author’s collection.   

Dawn: Diary One is the 1st book in the California Diaries, which also includes Sunny: Diary One and Maggie: Diary One.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 25, 2014
ISBN9781453298084
Dawn: Diary One
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Ann M. Martin

Ann M. Martin grew up in Princeton, New Jersey. After attending Smith College, where she studied education and psychology, she became a teacher at a small elementary school in Connecticut. Martin also worked as an editor of children’s books before she began writing full time. Martin is best known for the Baby-Sitters Club series, which has sold over one hundred seventy million copies. Her novel A Corner of the Universe won a Newbery Honor in 2003. In 1990, she cofounded the Lisa Libraries, which donates new children’s books to organizations in underserved areas. Martin lives in upstate New York with her three cats.

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Dawn - Ann M. Martin

Saturday morning 9/27

Okay, so I ran out of steam last night and never got around to writing about what happened in school. Or maybe I was afraid to write about it—as if putting the words on paper would make it seem even more real (and horrible). But there’s no point in delaying any longer. So here goes.

At the very end of school on Thursday, Mr. Dean’s voice came over the loudspeaker, and he said, Attention, all eighth-graders. Please report to the main auditorium tomorrow morning at 9:30 for an assembly with the students in grades nine through twelve. Thank you for your time. (He’s always formal like that.)

An assembly for us eighth-graders with the high school kids? We never do things with the high school kids. And why just the eighth-graders? Why not the rest of the middle-schoolers? That was weird.

Well, guess what. What happened at the assembly was beyond weird. It was unbelievable. And scary. At 9:30 all us eighth-graders were excused from our classes, and we left the middle school building and walked to the auditorium. I met Sunny, Maggie, and Jill at the entrance to the auditorium. Sunny and Maggie and I tried hard to look like we weren’t actually with Jill, since she was wearing this sweatshirt with huge crayons painted on the front. You could tell she thought it was cute, but really. Anyway, the four of us walked into the auditorium, and suddenly I felt the way I did at my very first assembly at Vista. I was a kindergartner then, and the assembly was for all the kids in the lower grades, so there I was with the fourth-graders. They looked like giants to me, and I felt like a pea.

That is exactly the way I felt with the high school kids. I’d like to think I am just as cool and just as grown-up as they are. But, well, I got a good look at them. Some of the guys have to shave. And some of them must be six feet tall. I mean real adult men. And the senior girls? Real adult women. Who have huge chests and wear lots of makeup. And, I don’t know, I just felt like they were way more than four or five years older than me.

Let me put it this way. Since some of the seniors are eighteen already, we are talking about kids who can drive and vote. Among other things. I looked at this one enormous guy who could practically have been my father. Then I looked at Jill in her crayon sweatshirt. My heart began to pound—and I didn’t even know what the assembly was going to be about.

Believe me, we found out soon enough.

This was the announcement: Because the middle school has become overcrowded this year (due to the current surge in eighth-grade enrollment, just like Tray had said), the eighth-graders are going to move to the high school building. The middle school building at Vista will now be for grades five, six, and seven. The high school building will be for grades eight, nine, ten, eleven, and twelve.

Maggie, Sunny, Jill, and I are in high school.

Saturday afternoon 9/27

We’re in high school.

I just cannot believe it.

Over the weekend, things will be moved around in the high school building to make room for us eighth-graders. And on Monday morning, we will report to the high school.

The high school.

Unthinkable.

We won’t be the Rulers anymore, I said sadly to my friends as we walked out of the assembly.

I might add here that us eighth-graders did not look like the only ones in shock. The high school kids looked pretty shocked, too. And no wonder. A big bunch of babies were about to join their ranks. I’m sure that’s what they thought as they looked around and saw things like crayon sweatshirts. (And Peg, this other friend of Jill’s, was actually carrying a troll doll. It was sticking out of her puppy

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